UNUSUAL HALLOWEEN COSTUME CHOICES
- tendril
- bellows
- harpsichord
- eyeball
- chiropodist
Loon: Today’s celebrity ghost here for the 3 question interview is a former First Lady, Eleanor Roosevelt. Madame Chairman, just what was it like to be married to Teddy Roosevelt?
Eleanor’s ghost: Teddy was my uncle.
Loon: You were married to your uncle?
Eleanor’s ghost: No, no, no. I was married to Franklin.
Loon: Are you trying to tell me you were married to Benjamin Franklin?
Eleanor’s ghost: Am I on Candid Camera?
Loon: Huh?
The encounter ends with Eleanor’s ghost retreating with dignity and the Loon retreating in confusion.
That’s an aspen on the left, a triffid on the right. I have named the triffid Hans Triffid Andersen because of the spellbinding tales it tells to flocks of flowers such as those pictured above. I can say without fear of contradiction that you haven’t heard a truly horrifying tale of terror until you’ve heard a triffid tale of terror.
In short, the scene was not reshot.
In this photo, Toshiro is:
a. indicating to the vendor which Mickey Mouse balloon he wishes to purchase.
b. expressing discontent with the director’s suggestion that they shoot the scene again, this time with more whimsy.
c. very angry.
d. pointing out the guy he wants thrown off the set for whinnying provocatively at Toshiro’s horse.
Hollow Ian, the baker’s apprentice, braced himself once again to endure the upcoming japes. He blamed himself for the curse of his name. When young he had constantly moaned how hungry he was and thereby had earned on his own behalf the wretched appellation. A curse on my name, he snarled inwardly. The crone he happened to be serving nodded as if she had heard. She winked and left the shop carrying the round loaf of rye bread she had purchased.
‘Well, are you ready for Halloween, Hollow Ian?’ smirked the baker, entering from the other room.
Before Hollow Ian could shrug in sullen acceptance, the baker disappeared in a green cloud of smoke, and in his place stood a fine carved pumpkin. Ian gaped, and by the time Halloween rolled around, he had the town’s finest collection of jack o’ lanterns. And was king. And no one ever made fun of his name again.
Loon: I’ve been told that today’s guest for the 3 question celebrity ghost interview is a writer of novels from some time ago. His name is Anthony Trollope. Mr. Trollope, I can’t help noticing your bushy beard. Does it ever itch?
Trollope’s ghost: To circumnavigate this conundrum with utmost caution and a certain level of trepidation, I always select an attitude of indifference.
Loon: You do?
Trollope’s ghost: On weighing the variety of responses available, I must lean toward the affirmative.
Loon: You must?
Trollope’s ghost: To avoid the embarrassment of needless repetition, I will endeavor to communicate my honest appraisal with a simple nod of the head. (nods)
Loon: That’s all we have time for today. (wanders off, a puzzled expression on his face)
Trollope’s ghost exits, walking briskly through the wall.